The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1887-05-31

blowing, like leaf on the wind, Ikea
wave chased by storm. A cold air
seems to follow after them; the slowly
swimming dancers turn to gaze, with
half-alarmed and half-delighted won
der; as they passed the people pause, as
though apparitions were flashing by.
While the music beats out the wild
Hungarian modulations the two. swath.
ed by the flowing and encircling gauzes,
seem but cloud driven by gale; wild
wall the violins, deep. deep and rich
through winding ways the oboes and
ibassoons reply, the flutes sigh, the
harps sing like human voices; sweet
and sad and strange the time swells and
soars with, its passion; and now the
time falls more gently, the motion grows
slower, they drift along softly, and on
the last sighing of the melody the clang
of midnight bell from some near
tower. begins to strike. Half stihed by
the hum, the mlrmur, the movement
and the music, itlsoundss like a distant
voice, tas5if one called and bade another
cQnne,a voice Of measured, tolling syl-
lables. A|sense of chill creeps over the
youth in his silver armor, through all
the warm and luxurious atmosphere
and the heat Of the headlong dance, a
chill so unacccnntable that it terrifes
him and seems to c,irdle his blood; he
is taking the last steps, he is about to
open his arms and release his partner,
when lo! there is nothing in them.
Wrapped in her cloud of tulle a mo-
nente since she was there; light as a
puff of yapor she is gone. @a @
AT home, In the broad moonbeam
that has crept round and oyerlaid her.
Anne Estray is sitting where her peo-
pleileft her---where many times since
they have crept in noiselessly, fearing
toSdtsturb her sleep her head fallen
little on one side, a slight scarlet stain
beside her. mouth, butt dead, quite
dead. "Why are you not in the cotil-
Ion. Son of the Morning2" asks the
White Lady of Hohenzollern Of the
figure in shining armor leaning against
the doorway.
S''Disaster,'' answers Lucifer, who
meets the White Lady every day at
home. Since that last dance my arms
have been numb to the shoulder. HaY-
emf you ishivered as some building did
when the organ struck its key-note25
That is the way I have been feeling
ever since that last dance with anne
Estray. BY the way, what has become
Of her?'' 3
Haven't you heard2 What are you
talking about2 Have you had too
much champagne? should think your
wits were numb instead Of your armsl
Anne Estray has not been here to.
night. Word was just whispered about
here, brought by some one-Anne Es-
tray was found dead in her chair at
home half an hour ago." tH
"Anne Estray? Impossiblel She was
here; I was dancing with her at that
very time. - ,.E igSIt4g
"You have mistaken somea one else
for her." n a5h> ntf' sa" tt"nl ,5p
"Do you suppose I have been Anne
Estray's partner all winter not to know
her touch, her shape, her step2 She
was here! She was in my arms; she
melted out Of them. Ifit wasn't Anne
Estray, who was it2 Dead, is she2
Are you sure Of it? Quite sure. Great
God, Marion, has Anne Estray nothing
else to do through all eternltyP No
wonder I am cold and numb. Don't
you seer" throwing wide his empty
arms again. 81 have been dancing with
her ghost - N" ~